Ming Zhu followed the owner into the store and only then took out her package, unveiling it, "Shopkeeper, I'm not here to look at fabrics today, I have some handkerchiefs and pouches to sell, I wonder if you're interested?"
The shopkeeper's face darkened, his business hadn't even started for the day, why would he buy handkerchiefs and pouches, essentially handing out money? Wouldn't that be bad luck?
As a result, his tone was not very pleasant, "Go, go, go, we don't take these. Such bad luck early in the morning, I can't even sell all of my own handkerchiefs, and I certainly don't have the spare cash to buy others. Hurry on your way, and don't block my business—"
Ming Zhu wasn't angered and simply smiled, "Shopkeeper, don't be upset, listen to me—"
Seeing that Ming Zhu wasn't offended by his words, the shopkeeper felt a bit embarrassed to drive her away, as doing business required goodwill for wealth.
